I went a little mia on social media this week. it wasn't really planned, by my mind and body absolutely needed it. i just felt like i needed to ground myself a bit. i watched the movie eat, pray, love, and it might sound silly, but that's basically what i did in my own way for 2.5 days. i ate oily pasta, big spicy deli sandwiches, chocolate, just whatever i wanted, without an once of guilt, or thought of a calorie..because my body was craving it. i meditated, (in my own way.. still not sure what i'm doing there) and lathered myself daily in all my fav oils. i loved my kids, my husband, and myself extra hard this week. i planned some future goals, and really pondered what is real, what makes me happy, and what really matters. i love this online community, but it's really easy to let social media take you over. to compare, to resent, to judge, to feel judged.. all emotions i don't want in my life, and work hard to keep out. i guess my point is, too much of anything, even a good thing isn't good for you. so i come back with my big girl pants on, with new focus, direction, and goals, and some new personal guidelines when it comes to social. oh, and why a pic in the water?! because i love the water, the beach, and the sun, it makes me happy. plus it's dumping snow outside my window right now! 🙈happy weekend my friends! and remember, your health and happiness is so important.. don't let social media make you sick with envy, comparison, judgement, or resentments... be kind to yourself and others. what you see isn't always what is.. keep perspective! 🙏❤
It's two year ago today, that we brought malachi home from nicu. everything changed. especially for this little babe. she grew up over night and hated every minute of it. she used to nap on me every day, i carried her still in an @ergobaby carrier until i was 6 months pregnant (and she was 4)!!!🤦🤦🤦 she went every where with vanessa and i because this all started when she was only 4 months old.
she has literally told me now, i don't cuddle her enough, she doesn't like not being the baby, she misses that she used to sleep in my bed, she wishes i could carry her still. the other day she actually said she cries on the floor because she doesn't get what she wants and i pay more attention to malachi.... (talk about being transparent about your actions 😂😂). i am struggling alot with her and keeping her happy spirit, because not long after her brother arrived ...her parents split. it has been a rockey road for this spirited child and i will take any and all advice on how to help her stay in her sweet little smiling state of happiness.🖤 #momlife.#momofthree#singlemom#singlemama#motherdaughter
See what happens my dear third child...on your birthday....
i have no picture of you on your second birthday except for this, because you some how climbed on the counter. i was so exhausted i forgot to post the typical 'its your birthday post' so everyone could wish you a happy birthday online. i let you climb on the counter top, because it's one less crying child. you drink out of water bottles like a big kid, you really didn't get to stay a baby very long... and i'm sorry 🤦 you wore stained jogging pants to your birthday party.
but you know what else?! our house was so full of people who love you there was no room to sit. you had dozens of children carrying you around, sharing their food, opening your presents (not sure you liked that part) and making you laugh. you saw love every where you turned and you brought so much joy to every person that came to celebrate your sweet life.
dear third baby you are so loved....
happy belated birthday 🤣🤦🤗🖤
Our life journey is so unique in that even if we have a similar end goal (fitness, health, financial freedom, success of a business) our paths of resistance with always be different (sickness, stress, divorce, financial instability..)
you name it .
i am a single mom of three. but i refuse to let that define me and where i want to go. if anything that now pushes me, drives me, keeps my skin in the game.
because that baby face and those little hands, they need me. they need me to be healthy, they need me to be strong, they need me to be happy. 🖤🖤🖤🖤
i talked about this on #mindsetmondaywithmelissa over in fb today, if you missed it go check it out 🖤🙏
Okay, we might not be heading to the #goldenglobes tonight, cause melissa is having a dress malfunction (or we weren't invited 😜#oneday) so, for fun here's 5 things you might not know about each of us 👯
1. i have a secret obsession with suits
2. i still believe one day i will dance on a big stage.
3. i only just now have become close to my father (and he lives in my basement) and i realize that i am a female version of him.
4. i named my daughter after musiq soul child.
5. i s**k at grammar ... and spelling .. thank god for vanessa to proof read all my s**t.
1. i have the soul of a gypsie, and before i settled down with my husband, i lived and travelled all over the place.. 2. i love staying in hotels, and could live out of a suitcase.
3. my husband and i were set up on a blind date 12 years ago by our best friends, and we all ended up getting married.
4. i love babies and dogs.. like love.. my fav things on the planet. (other than my kids & the hubs)
5. i didn't get my full driver's license until i was in my 30's #citygirl 🙈😂
tell us something people might not know about you! .
This isn't an ad or a partnership... this is real freaking life. this is my reality. i'm sitting here sick and down for the count. this is the first time i have been really really sick, like 'hit by a truck' sick since being separated (aside from minor cold and flu stuff). i actually got emotional tonight after sitting in a hot shower i didn't want to get out of. i got emotional because it hit me that these are the times being alone is the hardest. it hit me that i have to navigate three children, while barely being able to get out of bed all day. and it's not to say that other mamas don't face this, but going at it alone means... i can't wimper to anyone..and no one is going to say, "let mommy rest". i crawled in my bed and called my dad, and this is what he brought me. he saw cold soup beside me and brought me warm neocitran. i never take any medications, but at this point the fact that my daddy is literally here taking care of me, i'm taking it all in. because sometimes, we need to not be as strong as we want to pretend we are. and right now i just need to let someone else take care of me.